Peter Parker One Shots

Peter Quill

Peter is the son of Quill and Gamora. Then a war broke out on the planet they inhabited and they sent him to earth where the Parkers took him in. The rest of the MCU sans IW and Endgame happened and then he gets blasted into space where he meets his parents. He stays with them for about a week before Tony finds them and looses his mind. Peter decides to go back to Earth with Tony.

Part 2 where they come to visit their son. Perhaps during a field trip?

August 10th on some random planet it the universe, there was a green baby boy with black hair with pink at the edges. He had been born all of six minutes ago and he was being rocked by his father, Peter. "Hey, hey, hey. It's alright. It's okay little baby." He cooed.

His mother, Gamora, was panting on a bed. "Peter." She called out, extending an arm. He took it and came closer. "We can't keep him." She whispered as they placed their foreheads together.

"Shh. Let's just have this moment. Let time pass around us. Right now it's just you and me. And him. That's all we need. Just give us this moment." They stayed there for a moment before another explosion was heard.

"No, we can't keep him." She said, clamping her husbands arm tighter. "We must send him to earth. It's the only planet safe from this galactic war. We must."

"We should at least give him a name. And a note." Peter sighed. He placed the baby boy in his mother's arms. "What should we name him?"

She brushed a small curl out of his face. "Peter." She breathed. "Peter Malak Quill"

"It's perfect." He whispered, kissing Peter's forehead and then Gamora's. "Just like you. I'm so sorry we can't keep you Peter."

Peter scribbled a note and tucked it in Peter's blanket and placed him in a pod they had Drax bring nearby. "Wait! He'll be different there. My people they aren't like humans. He won't look like them!" Peter smiled at her and pulled a piece of string out of his pocket. Hey tied it on Peter's wrist.

"I stole this from the Collector last time we were there. It's like magic or something. It conceals who you are, makes out look like the people around you. He'll be fine so long as he doesn't take it off." Peter smiled at her. The baby's skin turned the color of his fathers. His hair turned brown but his eyes remained the same as his mother's, a doe brown.

"We love you Peter. Don't you ever for get it." They pushed the pod to launch and watched as their son soared off to earth. "He'll be okay.
He'll be okay. He's your son. He can kick ass."

Peter payed in bed with Gamora, cuddling with her and petting her hair as they cried.

-16 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛-

"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ?"

"I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ɪ'ᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍɪssᴏᴜʀɪ"

"ʏEᴀH ᴛHᴀTs Oɴ EᴀRᴛH, ᴅIᴘSʜIᴛ."

-16 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛-

Peter's eyes shot open and he sat up. He heard a scream and he stuck out his arm by reflex but his We shooters weren't there.

"What did you do with my webshooters?!" He asked, leaping off the table. He began to rifle through a pile of trash on the table next to him.

"Woah! Kid, stop it! That's our stuff!" A voice called out. Peter whirled to face it. He saw a man, holding out his We shooter in one hand. Peter sighed out of relief.

"Sorry. That's just, like, a weapon. It could be dangerous if it got into the wrong hands." He took one and reattached it to his suit, then did the same with the other. He tapped to spider on his suit twice and it folded into his watch, revealing his science decathlon hoodie and jeans.